Livestream: The Adjudicator Of Death Chapter 117 - Where is Your Limit?

Chapter 117: Where is Your Limit?

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

The inside of the court was completely different from the outside world. No one made a sound. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the black card. They could not help but stop breathing, leaving only the faint cheers from outside.

After a minute of dead silence, nothing happened.

“What’s the date today?” Harriman held back his fear and asked his subordinate beside him.

“Judge, today…today is May 14th!”

Hearing this answer, Harriman thought to himself. There were so many police officers inside and outside the court right now. No matter how powerful this Death Inquisitor was, it would be impossible for him to succeed. He instructed the police to escort him to the National Guard barracks right after the trial. The police had not been mobilized yet to maintain order. He felt like he would definitely survive the day. By then, he would see how the Death Inquisitor would make a move!

Thinking of this, Harriman took a deep breath and regained some of his calmness. He gritted his teeth and continued with the trial.

The trial process was exactly as everyone had expected. Although the prosecution tried their best to sentence the gut-wrenching hand to death, it still did not have any effect.

The disappointment, anger, and frustration of the prosecution formed a sharp contrast with the relaxed joy of the defense team’s lawyers. On the side of the defense team, it was as if they were not conducting a defense but playing a game with a modifier.

The gut-wrenching criminals were not even panicking and didn’t show any fear when they saw their own death notices. They appeared very relaxed and happy. The five of them were chatting happily, and they even laughed from time to time.

“F*ck! These five people are still laughing! The Death Inquisitor must kill them!”

“Don’t worry. Let them continue laughing. They can only laugh now!”

“Let them laugh enough now. They will cry later!”

“Today is already May 14th. After today, whether they want to laugh or cry, it will be too late!”

The prosecution protested. The gut-wrenching five people talked casually and were contemptuous of the court, but Harriman also rejected them.

Seeing that both sides had used up most of their available prosecution and defense arguments, Harriman struck the gavel three times.

The court announced that the five gut-wrenching criminals were to be sentenced to 60 years in prison, with bail granted.

It was, of course, completely as everyone had expected. Even the dumbest person could see that Harriman had been bribed.

Hearing the final verdict, Victor clenched his fist tightly, making a creaking sound. His face was still calm, but even the blood vessels on his head had bulged, and his eyes were fixed on the dock. At this moment, the gut-wrenching five people were sitting and chatting casually.

At this moment, before Harriman could finish speaking, a rustling sound came from the court’s loudspeaker.

Then, a familiar cold and deep voice sounded from the loudspeaker.

“h.e.l.lo, everyone. I am your host, the Death Judge. Welcome to today’s execution live broadcast.”

Instantly, the cheers of countless people came from outside the court.

At the prosecutor’s seat, Victor’s clenched fist loosened. He was a police officer. The operation to capture the gut-wrenching five people could be considered the first “victory” of the police against the Death Inquisitor. It could be said that he and the Death Inquisitor were born with a hostile relationship.

But for some reason, at this moment, hearing the Death Inquisitor’s cold voice, he felt a sense of relief. It was as if a pair of hands that were tightly holding his heart had loosened at this moment.

Victor let out a long breath. Beside him were the families of the victims. They were still crying. However, it seemed that their cries were less miserable and more excited. Their mouths seemed to be moving slightly. No one knew what they were saying.

“Thank you, Death Inquisitor! Please kill them quickly!”

Harriman was sitting on the chair at this moment. His entire body was trembling. The fat on his body was trembling non-stop. It was as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The hand that was holding the gavel was also trembling. As he dropped the gavel on the ground, his eyes turned to look at the black invitation card, and his expression was full of horror and fear.

Then he looked at the five gut-wrenching men sitting in the dock. They were screaming crazily because of fear, but if you looked carefully, you would see that their legs were trembling violently, and they looked like they wanted to stand up and run away. They were pushed back by the court police.

In the office of the Zero Major Crimes Unit of the New York Police Department…

Hearing the familiar voice of the Death Judge, Ross’s body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. He immediately said, “I’ll contact the higher-ups. Loggins, try to contact Victor!”

“He’s still in court. I’ll try.” They had been watching the live broadcast of the trial on TV. Loggins saw Victor’s figure in the prosecution.

“Since the Death Judge has appeared, this case is related to us,” Ross said as he took out his phone and quickly made a call.

After hanging up, Ross looked at Loggins and asked, “What did they say?”

“He’s still in court, but after the trial is over, he can a.s.sist us in San Francisco!”

Ross did not say anything more. He was already thinking about how the Death Inquisitor would initiate the execution in the court.

“Keep watching. There’s nothing we can do now.” Monica and Ross looked at each other. She had the same doubts as Ross. She wanted to understand the Death Inquisitor. She had grown obsessed over the case.

Can you do it under such circ.u.mstances?

Where is your limit?!

The court was surrounded by policemen. There were more policemen in the court than all the other people put together. Moreover, there was the National Guard on standby. Under such circ.u.mstances, how could you take these people away and execute them? The Death Inquisitor must be some kind of supernatural human!

Jack continued to speak in a cold and low voice.

“Today, we are going to broadcast a horrifying and vicious murder case. I believe that everyone is already very familiar with the Los Angeles ma.s.s murder case. The victims were three female university students who were s.e.xually a.s.saulted before they died. Their small intestines were pulled out from their lower bodies and wrapped around their necks. They eventually died. These were mentioned in the trial just now. I want to correct one point. The three victims were gang-raped by five people before they died. Moreover, their small intestines were pulled out before they died. Also, most of the criminal records that appeared on the Internet a few days ago regarding the five of them were real. They definitely did not only a.s.sault these three victims. This is not their first time committing a crime. This is not even their last time committing a crime. In San Quentin Prison, after Paulette received the news from his cousin that he would be rescued, they planned another crime. It was on a plane to Mexico, but they have yet to carry it out. But…”